Here's the down and dirty: grew up in the Bronx, went to college in Boston, graduate school in California, back to Cambridge to write a first failed novel and learn how the world works by writing ad copy,west to Los Angeles in 1976 for a career writing and producing TV, until the writer's strike of 1988 when I wrote my first novel on spec, North of Montana. Two wonderful grown children and the best husband in the world, now of 34 years. Stable enough on the outside but take away swimming, writing, hiking, yakking with girlfriends, pet pooches, chocolate chip cookies (the gooey kind), British TV series and grapefruit Martinis -- well, don't.
This book was okay… It’s mainly about this kid who moved from Oregon to a big city (Boston maybe? I can’t remember) and is trying to make some friends. I was expecting this book to be a slice-of-life type thing where the protagonist and his newly found friends go on little adventures together and do things that friends do… and it was kind of like that, but also not really. For this whole entire book, he is searching for a friend group. He makes his first 2 friends like half way or 3/4 into the book, and makes his last friend pretty much at the end of the book. Despite the book being kind of boring and not what I was expecting, it was okay, nothing special.
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